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"I hate you," I said, but my voice came out as a whisper.

"I know," he whispered back, closing the distance between us. He grazed my lower lip wth his thumb and tugged it down slightly.
"But I still want you." He added, his lips inches away from mine.

He placed his forehead on mine, his nose grazing mine. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the kiss.

I hated him. I hated how my body react to him. To his touch, his smell, to everything about him. He made my life hell since the moment he set eyes on me. But I still can't stop myself from wanting him. I knew I shouldn't. Everything about him was wrong. He was my damnation. The King that doesn't hesitate to sacrifice his subjects. But I was far too gone to care. I would gladly go to hell if Drayton King sits on the throne.
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Arielle McAlister and Drayton King are the most popular kids at Diamond High. They're the King and Queen of the school. But like any organization, there can only be one leader. The two students hated each other.

But after Arielle was diagnosed with cancer just before the start of senior year, the dynamic of their relationship slowly starts to change. Arielle began facing troubles at school because of her condition.

How will Arielle navigate this new difficulty as the school's fallen queen? And when a worst enemy suddenly became an ally, will she agreed to put aside their feud for the greater good?

Emma Cole, a nerd in high school and untouched all throughout her life at a community college, was abandoned by her birth parents and grew up in foster care homes all around New York. Whenever her name was mentioned, the people who knew her laughed and called her foul names, since she looked like the female version of Steve Urkel and was easy to pick on and belittle. She had no sense of style. All she wore were big dresses that hid her tiny figure underneath and glasses which didn"t do her eyes any justice. She owned one bag-- a beat-up leather she received as a gift from a spelling bee contest her freshman year in high school.

Though she went to school, she had no friends, no family, and no one to teach her about becoming a lady. Emma had done everything by herself since she was one year old-- the age she was dumped by her parents into the foster system.

At age twenty three, she lived in a very small apartment by herself. She wasn"t able to land a high-paying job to afford a good house, as of yet. Every time she applied to a vacant position she may have seen in a newspaper in the cafe, they would turn her down when she went to the interviews and the interviewers took one look at her. Appearance was more than her qualifications if she wanted to land a job as a receptionist or personal assistant at one of the big firms in New York City.

Emma decided to stop hoping for a better job and stuck with being a waitress at Carl"s Cafe.

Her hell on earth.

Carl was the manager and owner of the cafe. A grown man, forty-five years old, who had experienced all the things he had chosen to chase in his pathetic life. He was a terrible boss and treated his employees as his personal slaves with low wages. One of his nasty habits was hitting on his female employees while on the job, but he never hit on Emma. Although she was a female, she just wasn"t his type and was too unattractive to even be bothered with.

A rich heir and a part-time barista—same world? Not even close.
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Isabella struggles in Christopher's arms. "Let go of me! Two years ago, you were just toying with me. Didn't your friends say I smelled like poverty? What do you want now?"
Desire smolders in Christopher's eyes, his voice rough with restraint. "Behave, or I can't promise what I'll do..."

"Spread your legs for us, baby," Khuraan growled, voice rough and commanding. "We want to see what’s ours."

My breath caught.

Zarkhan leaned down, his breath hot against my throat. "You said you could handle all three of us. Prove it."

"And don’t even think about faking it," Hakkan added, his tone a silky threat. "I’ll know. I always know."

Their eyes bore into me—three alphas, three predators circling their prey. The air crackled with dominance, with a heat that drenched me from the inside out.

Khuraan's fingers grazed my cheek, tilting my chin upward. "Touch yourself, baby. Show us how badly you need to be claimed."

My heart thundered in my chest. Every inch of my skin burned, every nerve tuned to the weight of their stares. I was trembling—part fear, part hunger.

"Say it," Zarkhan hissed. "Say you want us watching. Say you want to fall apart for your alphas."

A moan escaped me before I could stop it.

"I want..." My voice shook. "I want you to watch me."

"Good girl," Hakkan murmured. "Now don’t stop until we tell you to."

Giselle Blanco thought she’d escaped the claws of a possessive Alpha when she fled Omaha. But running straight into the arms of three dominant, dangerously intoxicating stepbrothers? That wasn’t part of the plan.

Khuraan—the bold, ruthless mafia Alpha of the East—wants to see how far she’ll bend before she breaks.
Zarkhan—the silent storm ruling the West—wants to bury himself in her until she forgets her own name.
And Hakkan—the seductive doctor with lethal instincts—knows just how to read her every secret desire... even the ones she’s too ashamed to whisper.

They want her to kneel. To beg. To surrender.
But Giselle has no intention of being claimed... until her own body betrays her.

Asha finds herself in the middle of the mating grounds where the mating night is supposed to take place. Confused, and trying to escape a crime she thinks she committed, she runs away from silver Crest pack.
    Fate then leads her to a dying stranger at a river bank. Healing him of his wounds, a glitch occurs and now his wolf lives in her.
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   He is the Lycan Lord. But what is a Lycan without his wolf?
  Auren is saved by a strange girl who in the process 'steals' his wolf. Because of this, a forced proximity arises between them.
  He wants nothing but to get his wolf back.
  She wants nothing but to be free, and finally experience what love feels like.
     Maybe they could grant each other wishes, maybe.. maybe not.